Hello! So i'm new here, and basically i've been wanting to do a Killer portrait, and i don't really have lots of pictures of them, and the ones google and photobucket and such have kinda suck, and I know you guys probably have great ones :)SO I'M CONVOKING A PICSPAM!!!I thought it'd be fun if everyone just posted their favourite Brandon/Killer pictures! What do you think? :)

“I always try to capture something more about where I'm from. But I want desperately to capture the essence of the Mojave Desert in Las Vegas. It gives me a lot of material. There's a lot of push and pull in Las Vegas. Especially being a religious person..."

-Brandon Flowers

/Enterlude/

When he was young, the choir boy went with his father out into the Desert. They climbed a dusty ridge and watched the sun rise. Everything looked clean and sharp in the early air. The boy watched the progression of the sky: black to purple to white. Against the horizon, he could see the silhouettes of cacti and hoodoos.

“What do you see?” His father asked.

The choir boy didn’t answer, but looked out over the barren land and followed the cracks in the earth. Together, they watched as a falcon caught a desert wind between his feather fingers. He extended his arms, coasted elegantly, and then suddenly tucked in. The bird plummeted towards the sand. The choir boy watched breathless and then felt safe when the falcon skewered a lizard with its feet.

“Can you see God?” His father prompted.

The boy looked again. He saw the Desert and how it stretched outward and forever. The sky looked impossible and wide open above the land. For the first time, he thought that maybe the Earth wasn’t holding up the sky but the sky crushing down the Earth.

“I see freedom.” The choir boy said. He sat in the dust, amongst the animal skulls, and used his finger to trace out his initials.

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“Son,” his father interrupted. “God is everywhere, especially where it seems impossible. There is life even in this Devil’s land. Where there is life, there is faith.” His father slid his foot in the dust, rubbing out his son’s initials. A wind came up and scattered the rest away.

“Look there,” His father continued. “Do you see how the rocks point to Heaven?”

The boy saw. He watched as the sun moved up in the sky.

“Higher and higher.” The choir boy said. His voice became breathy and light.

“Son!” His father admonished.

As the sun rose higher, a butte eclipsed it, cutting in like a knife. The sun bled light around the chilled rock, flaring out and open until only a wire-thin strip of shadow could be seen against the wounded radiance.

“Down to the wire.” The boy said. His voice extended, riding an arid desert sigh into a song.

“I’m going to make it out of this fire.”

“Son!” His father said harshly. “Pay attention. When you sing you must only sing of God, when you sing you must sing only with piety.”

The choir boy looked at his father. His eager eyes had a glow.

“In church, I sing of God. I will always sing of God.” He said. He bent down and scraped up dust from the ground. He held the dirt up in cupped hands, showing it to his father.

“But I want to sing of other things, too.”

The choir boy’s father shook his head.

“I want to sing the desert.”

“How?” His father asked, amused.

“I will pray.” The choir boy promised.

His father laughed. He reached to the pendent hanging around his neck. It was a bird bone, fragile and hollow. It also was a piece of the desert, a trophy from a coyote den. The choir boy’s father put it around his son’s neck.

“Blow.” He commanded. The son put the bone to his lips and sang into it. His breath through the pipe made a dry, slivered sound: sharp and nearly broken.

“It doesn’t sound a thing like Jesus.” He said.

“No.” His father answered. “It sounds like the desert.” He began to walk away, back down the ridge and towards home. For a moment, his son watched him.

When he could no longer see his father, the boy blew into the bone again. Its voice whistled out into the air and then faded. He listened to the ghost of the sound and tried to mimic it. His voice wasn’t quite right. The boy tried again and again but always he couldn’t make himself sound like wind through a bird bone. His voice was too clear, too cold: like city glass. Bending down, he scraped up more desert sand. He held it in his hand; it felt rough against his choir boy palms.

Making his decision, the boy brought his hands up to his mouth and ate the desert sound.

I just posted this Journal Entry on my personal journal but I noticed that there haven't been many post on here lately so I decided to repost it on this community. Read it if you'd like and please only comment if you are going to be nice or provide constructive criticism or share a story,etc. If you are going to be mean or insult my post, it would be easier if you just save your words and post them somewhere else. ________________________________________

When You Were Young is my favorite song by The Killers. Although Brandon Flowers' voice is incredible in this track and the song has an awesome rock feel, this song is my favorite because of what it means to me. It greatly reminds me of my mother's life. I know this sounds a bit cheesy but at The Killers concert in Feb., I cried when they sang this song. The emotion that Brandon put into it, and my meaning of the song, filled me with emotions that I couldn't contain. My mom has had a rough love life.

I will break down the song to explain.

'When You Were Young' by The Killers

"You sit there in your heartache Waiting on some beautiful boy to save you from your old ways You play forgiveness Watch it now ... here he comes!"

My mother met my father when she was getting out of a really bad relationship. The man that my mom was previously married to would constantly cheat on her. My mother was heartbroken and although she was still in love with him, she knew that she had to let him go. That is when she met my father.

"He doesn't look a thing like Jesus But he talks like a gentleman Like you imagined when you were young"

My mother said that she fell in love with my father because he was so proper and such "a gentleman" (completely different from her previous husband). She always tells me that since she was a little girl, she wanted to marry someone like her father. My grandfather was a man of very good morals and values. He was a part of the rich upper class of Mexico and owned several super stores (like HEB) throughout the Mexican border. My grandfather was very noble and had several charities to help the poor in Mexico. My mom wanted someone with a heart as big as my grandfathers' and she thought my father was that man.

"Can we climb this mountain I don't know Higher now than ever before I know we can make it if we take it slow Let's take it easy Easy now, watch it go"

This part of the song reminds me of when my mom told her parents that she wanted to marry my dad. They were against it. My father had no money to his name and was going through a divorce, just like my mother. Without my grandparent's approval, my mother decided to move in with my dad and be together forever. "Higher now than ever before" reminds me of what my parents might of gone through when everyone was against their 'love'. "I know we can make it if we take is slow." They slowly made a life together.

"We're burning down the highway skyline On the back of a hurricane that started turning When you were young When you were young"

The first two lines, in the interpretation of my mother's life, are about when my father started going down the wrong path. My father's first marriage failed because he constantly cheated. In my parent's relationship it wasn't any different. He started going back to his own ways and cheated on my mother.

"And sometimes you close your eyes and see the place where you used to live When you were young"

My mother tells me that during this time she felt so alone. She missed her family and friends in Mexico. She had left it all behind to come and live with her first husband in the United States.

"They say the devil's water, it ain't so sweet You don't have to drink right now But you can dip your feet Every once in a little while "

My mother forgave my father and stayed with him. Unfortunately, my father decided to cheat again and again. This lyric reminds me of how she tried to fix him. "They say the devil's water, it aint so sweet... but you can dip your feet..." Even-though he hurt her, she still loved him and believed that she can fix him.

"You sit there in your heartache Waiting on some beautiful boy to To save you from your old ways You play forgiveness Watch it now here he comes

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus But he talks like a gentleman Like you imagined when you were young (He talks like a gentlemen, like you imagined when) When you were young "

So my mother sits again in her heartache waiting for the same beautiful boy to come back. She still loves that beautiful boy but he has changed.

"I said he doesn't look a thing like Jesus He doesn't look a thing like Jesus But more than you'll ever know"

After many years, the beautiful boy never came back. My mother realized that my father was nothing like the man she fell in love with. "He doesn't look a thing like Jesus."My parents finally split up, but he still causes her and us (his children) pain.

I'm really sorry for the super long post, I was just so inspired to write it down and share. I also wanted to know if anyone else feels the same way about this song or if there is another song that has a similar meaning to someone else.